Ginginho 1613 Report post Posted June 3, 2014 I am impressed by your original works, Q... 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Qdeathstar 1763 Report post Posted June 3, 2014 Thank you. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Qdeathstar 1763 Report post Posted June 13, 2014 It Arrives I hear the crackle and feel the boom, light flashes and I can see your stormy eyes staring seductively. The aroma of virga fills the air; A gust pushes chimes, they surrender. The storm is coming. The first drop wets a blade of grass, erect, ready to accept the warmth of summer's shower. Everything feels intense now: the vibrating thunder, throbbing lighting, and dripping rain. The storm has came. 3 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Grove 67 Report post Posted July 23, 2014 When I was young, my heart was young, then too And anything that it would tell me, that's the thing that I would do But now I feel such emptiness within For the thing that I want most in life's the thing that I can't win Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Massacre 7646 Report post Posted July 23, 2014 Dude, you're just not good at checkers. You don't have to write a poem about it. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Grove 67 Report post Posted July 23, 2014 lol It's lyrics bruh Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Qdeathstar 1763 Report post Posted August 16, 2014 To Brighten The Flame Damp sand drags on motionless feet as the sun bows to greet an embracing horizon - I'm lost in dim light searching for a second part, Soon I hope to brighten the flame before it's dark. Twilights without warmth or shelter - void of glowing embers gilded in rapture, remain a nightmare of all men still walking. Vainly I hope to brighten the flame before it's dark. The sun is such a perverted provocateur warming us to the notion of waning lust. It's suggestive rays slipping through dusk. Still I hope to brighten the flame before it's dark. My walk slows as the sun sets behind flowing waves, the fading light steals my vision of night's intent. I'm left to fumble with my steel trying to strike a flint, Yet I hope to find a flame flickering in the dark. Its not that flames surrender, Its that they never start. 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Qdeathstar 1763 Report post Posted August 29, 2014 About Your Ad Hard and horny and ready. Waiting for just once chance to enter Your friends lovely and voluptuous bosom. Tell her if she's lonely I can occupy her emptiness now. 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Mercy 30 Report post Posted August 29, 2014 About Your AdHard and horny and ready. Waiting for just once chance to enter Your friends lovely and voluptuous bosom. Tell her if she's lonely I can occupy her emptiness now. How touching ...if you know what I mean... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Ginginho 1613 Report post Posted August 29, 2014 About Your Ad Hard and horny and ready. Waiting for just once chance to enter Your friends lovely and voluptuous bosom. Tell her if she's lonely I can occupy her emptiness now. Very clever... love the visual effect Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Qdeathstar 1763 Report post Posted November 30, 2014 Why write love letters, why write love letters in November? As fading ghosts to blow an ember. Why face the rain, Why face the rain in sudden shiver? As if looking for one lost forever? I just don't know. It's all cold now, blowing strong. The murmurs of rattling windows forewarn a suffocating grey wetness reaching out through the treeline to bang on shutters and howl at doors. Again too sick for December's creep. 2 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Qdeathstar 1763 Report post Posted December 1, 2014 Of The Untitled I tried to forget everything I ever heard. Each word. Suddenly I heard a strange murmur rattling around within, without constraint. The growl terrified me momentarily- The sudden lack of something familiar. Quickly carefully constructed blueprints of life became imperfect recitals of hope - untitled. 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Indy 350 Report post Posted December 2, 2014 Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety - Shakespeare 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Qdeathstar 1763 Report post Posted December 16, 2014 I've broken out with one self serving shot but I'm mostly fine. I've found pain is left behind when life's leftovers are allowed to lay torn on the floor. Their stillness lets viewers know we are all mending, meaning I'm sticking better in minds because my name is trending. They call me quietly "massacre". I also edited "The Creep" Why write love letters, why write love letters in November? As fading ghosts to blow an ember. Why face the rain, Why face the rain in sudden shiver? As if looking for one lost forever. Absolve me. It's all cold now - under unrelenting gale. The crackle of rattling windows forewarn a suffocating grey wetness reaching out through the treeline to bang on shutters and howl at doors. Again too sick for December's creep. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Jizzy 633 Report post Posted December 18, 2014 "But surely, pussy on toast" -Obie Trice. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Mercy 30 Report post Posted December 19, 2014 True friendship is like a rose: we don’t realize its beauty until it fades. - Evelyn Loeb What if a demon were to creep after you one night, in your loneliest loneliness, and say, ‘This life which you live must be lived by you once again and innumerable times more; and every pain and joy and thought and sigh must come again to you, all in the same sequence. The eternal hourglass will again and again be turned and you with it, dust of the dust!’ Would you throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse that demon? Or would you answer, ‘Never have I heard anything more divine’? - Friedrich Nietzsche Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Jizzy 633 Report post Posted December 20, 2014 Probably not. Since I've turned about 12, my life has been compete shit emotionally. I haven't been really happy since I was little, and I'm not even 18. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Mercy 30 Report post Posted January 9, 2015 "Michael O'Neill: Kimmy says if you love someone you say it, you say it right then, out loud. Otherwise, the moment just... Julianne Potter: Passes you by. Michael O'Neill: Passes you by. Yeah." - My Best Friends Wedding Julianne Potter: God. I have done nothing but underhanded, despicable, not even terribly imaginative things since I got here. [sighs] Julianne Potter: But I was ju - Michael, I was just trying to - to win you, to win you back. [Crying] Julianne Potter: But that doesn't excuse any of it. I'm pond scum. Well, lower actually. I'm like the - the fungus that feeds on pond scum. Michael O'Neill: Lower. The pus that infects the mucous... that cruds up the fungus... that feeds on the pond scum. On the other hand, thank you... for loving me that much. That way, it's - it's pretty flattering. Julianne Potter: Except it makes me fungus. - My Best Friends Wedding Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
TheLunaticFringe 289 Report post Posted January 9, 2015 You got to know when to hold 'em. Know when to fold 'em. Know when to walk away,and know when to run. You never count your money,when you're sittin' at the table. 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Ginginho 1613 Report post Posted January 10, 2015 Back and forth, I sway with the wind Resolution slips away again Right through my fingers, back into my heart Where it's out of reach and it's in the dark Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Indy 350 Report post Posted January 10, 2015 Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale/ Her infinite variety... - Shakespeare Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Ginginho 1613 Report post Posted January 14, 2015 We are vain and we are blind I hate people when they're not polite... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
gtagrl 4317 Report post Posted January 16, 2015 “The right to be heard does not automatically include the right to be taken seriously.” -Hubert H. Humphrey 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Rob 1390 Report post Posted January 16, 2015 Never argue with an idiot. They will drag you down to their level an beat you with experience. I hear this for the first time the other day. Apparently it's been around for even though. 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Jizzy 633 Report post Posted January 16, 2015 I believe that's Einstein. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
